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// A Sweet Sweet Song 
// Story: The Sweet Sounding Belle 
// by Lewis a Cute Pegasus 
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Back at the clubhouse, Sweetie Belle was going over her lyrics, as the talent show was only one evening away. It was 9 am, and the show starts at 8 pm, leaving much time to practice, but she was still worried about Featherweight. He wasn't like himself for the past two days, but hopefully today he would be cheerful, seeing that the talent show was near, and the fact he has his own performance to worry about.


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Featherweight was rushing around trying to not only make himself breakfast, but to also find the props he needs to do his performance for the talent show. He ran out the house when he found his floating hoops for he was doing a stunt, one that his father did when he was colt. He was hoping that from hearing about it from his now deceased brother Bulk, that he could repeat the stunt, and hope that not only it goes well, but that he could add to it. 

Featherweight ran towards the clubhouse, dodging rocks that could potentially trip him up, running up the steps and bursting into the door of the clubhouse and slows to a halt, nearly bumping into a wall. Sweetie Belle looked at Featherweight and smiled, for she was hoping he would stop by. 
"Hey Featherweight!" Sweetie Belle shouted, then ran to him and hugged him making the both of them fall due to the rapid change from run to hug. Featherweight blushed, "Hey Sweetie Belle." He then stood up to hug back, Sweetie Belle noticed the hoops floating around his body and tilted her head.
"What are those?" she asked, pointing to the hoops with her front left hoof. Featherweight chuckled for he knew she would ask that.
"Those are floating rings!" he answered, "These belonged to my father before her took his own life after my mother's death, he was hoping Bulk could pull off his stunt, but unfortunately not only was he too much muscle and not enough wing, he's also dead now..." Featherweight looked at the floor, but then stomped his hoof on the wooden floor and raised his head, "My dad didn't think I would be able to do it, but I'm going to prove him wrong, and do what my brother was unable to do! And that's to do my dad's stunt for the talent show. Although I know what I need to do to pull it off, I just, don't know how..." A measly squee came from Featherweight as he put his hoof on his head. "So basically it's down to pot luck, and skill. but 90% luck." Sweetie Belle giggled. She levitated her lyric sheet in front of her, so she could take one quick glimpse at her lyrics. 
"Well glad you're here, I was hoping you could finally listen to my song, I think my stage fright is gone." Sweetie Belle said confidently.  "I practically got the instruments done, I'm putting the instrumental track I made beforehand over Vinyl's speakers, she basically is the only pony in Equestria that has good high quality speakers." She squeed, and then put her instrumental track into the radio. 

Featherweight sat down, smiling, for he was waiting for this day for what felt a million years. Sweetie Belle walked to the front of the clubhouse, she pressed the play button on the radio to play the instrumental track, she took a deep breath then she-